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It seemed that as soon as he was mounting her, the tables turned. In a few short minutes he was on his back once more, this time with the slight woman atop him. To any other man this fight might seem hopeless and useless. To Orion however, it was the most exciting and riveting interaction he’d had with a female in a very long time. Women who did whatever he wanted got boring, very quickly. This one, though. He could never imagine what she might do next, and that thought in and of itself was thrilling.

The anger in her eyes was so honest and true, all Orion could do was hold his smug sideways smirk. The fact that he had managed to induce such a reaction from someone who seemed so closed off and unemotional was cause for inner triumph. For even though he was the one currently being dominated - which was both incredibly arousing and a huge piss-off - he had managed to nudge some kind of emotion out of a woman who had thus far remained robotic. Who knew how long she’d been that way, too. Orion couldn’t imagine.

She threatened to rip his throat out, and Orion was practically begging for it. He was clutching onto her slight form roughly for dear life, no doubt leaving bruises of varying degrees in his desperation. The moment her tongue touched his skin a vicious shiver coursed through his spine, and he could no longer contain his arousal. Honestly, he’d been impressed that he had managed so long. But with her hot breath against his neck and the friction she was causing between his thighs, he was not at all surprised as the appearance of his very physical reaction.

As her tongue darted smoothly across his neck, it was all Orion could do not to grasp her figure firmly and grind his hips against hers. Actually, he couldn’t even stop himself from doing so. His grasp on her tightened and he forced his hips upwards against hers. If she hadn’t been aware of the twisted affect she’d had on him before, she certainly was now. He growled below her, glaring up at her in both disdain and awe. All he could think was, thank Merlin he hadn’t foregone his walk this evening. This woman was both everything and nothing he had figured a woman ever should be, and it was driving him mad.

From her next sentence, he began to put the pieces together. She’d licked his neck, sniffed it, mounted him, and practically begged to give her a reason to bite him. She had given him every intention to believe she was one of two things - either a werewolf like himself, or a vampire. Either way, she was just as violent as he, and he found himself at her complete mercy for the time being. His breath became heavy as he stared up at her, his light grey eyes having darkened considerably. “Ye wanna bite me, lass?” he asked through heavy breaths, voice almost breaking. Twisted as it was, he wanted her to.

Of all the reactions she could have expected from him, arousal was not one of them. But she could tell that he was very aroused when he grinded against her. There was a sick sort of pleasure at the idea that he was actually aroused by her being violent. She had no love of being charming and witty at all times - keeping her perpetual rage bottled. The fact that someone was aroused by her being simply who she was happened to be thrilling, even if she bore no love or regard for the man who was beneath her. He seemed to be just as twisted as she was, going as far as to more or less invite her to bite him. It was a tempting thought but instead she donned a wicked grin and brought her mouth to his ear. "Oh did I excite you?" She whispered huskily, taking his earlobe between her teeth and giving a gentle tug.

It was perhaps not the wisest course of action, goading him on like this but she couldn't help it. She twisted her hips tantalizingly slow in a way that she knew would cause friction for him and his arousal. "Do you like the idea that I've gotten you on your back, at my mercy?" Her teeth grazed his neck so slightly. "That you have a tiny, beautiful young woman looming over you?" This time she gave a slight nip at his neck, wanting so badly to taste his blood. It was all rather exciting and though she hated to admit it there was a part of her that was getting aroused by the whole exchange as well. Being in power was always an intoxicating thing for her and she was most certainly the one with power in their current position. Not to mention that she could still catch a whiff of his blood.

Bringing her mouth back to his ear she licked the edge of it slightly. "Well if you want something, please do tell me." Her voice was sultry and inviting, so teasing with an edge that promised at good times. "I want to hear you say it." When he didn't say anything immediately she grinded against him again and gave a sort of chuckle. "Ask nicely and you may even get to taste me back." She said it so boldly, not at all ashamed. She quite enjoyed the reactions she was getting from him, the idea that her sexuality could make him submit to her. Sex was power - she knew that already. She just never imagined it could be quite so fun to wield.

Galina is covered in fairly severe burn marks. Though her face is largely undamaged, you can see the scars at the edge of her jaw and snaking up her neck. Also, everyone thinks she is a pureblood; her half-vampire heritage is unknown to those outside her family.

This woman was playing every kind of mind game with him. No longer was she trying to fight him - rather, she seemed quite content where she was; purposefully atop him, asserting her power in the situation. As much as he hated to admit it, this young lass had overpowered him with magic and her natural appeal - quite an unfair combination as far as he was concerned. In his defense - how could any sane man simply lay there beneath her without any kind of physical reaction? Not only was she drop-dead gorgeous, but she was just as messed up as he was, if not more. Normal had never been something Orion had been interested in.

Her sultry voice rang through his ears and he squirmed beneath her. He hated releasing his sense of dominance, absolutely abhorred it. But she had earned it, which gave him more than enough reason to hate her in the future. The sensation of his ear between her teeth was shudder-inducing, and his entire body tingling. Drawing in a sharp breath, Orion hissed and stared up at her. If this woman was just looking to solicit a reaction, she had definitely been successful. He growled in response to her question and glared up at her. She was so very proud of her herself, as she should be.

Her teeth grazed his neck, and he thrusted unintentionally further against her. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, this woman had him at her absolute mercy. Luckily, he had never been one to be considered gentle in the sack. “Don’t get too comfortable, lass,” he breathed huskily, his voice ragged between breaths. He may have been subject to her complete mercy for the time being, but that would not be the plan for much longer. As she ground against him, he growled gruffly and forced her hips to remain atop his, glaring up at her.

She was teasing him. Normally, he’d have smacked her again to get her to shut up, but that didn’t seem to help either. If he wanted to re-assert himself, he would have to submit himself, as much as he hated to admit it. She had to get comfortable with the power she held before he tore it away. She was asking him to reveal what he really wanted, and he glared up at the night sky. As much as this bundle of infuriation ruffled his feathers, he had her within reach and he wasn’t about to give up. Orion did not give up on anything.

“I want ye,” he responded gruffly, pulling her head down and immediately licking the area just below her lobe and nipping at it. He would be lying if he tried to convince himself that wasn’t the truth. Orion wanted just about every woman that crossed his path, but there was something sick and twisted about this one that he would not soon forget. Reaching up and bringing his free hand to her shoulder, he forced her cloak open and her sleeve slid down her shoulder to reveal even more tantalizingly pale skin. It was all he could do not to rip it off with his bare teeth. God, she was infuriating. As the smooth dress slipped and finally revealed her skin, he couldn't help but notice the rather obvious scars on her skin. Scars were nothing knew to Orion, but these were larger than any of his. In fact, they looked like burns. What the hell had this woman been through? He had no idea, but she grew ever more interesting by the minute, the off-chance that she was just as messed up as he was briefly entertained. Pulling the fabric of her dress up to her hips roughly, Orion felt the raised skin of even more burn marks. The damage was more extensive than he'd realized. However, now was not the time to inquire. His mind was far too preoccupied by... other things, such as the blood rushing very quickly to his groin. He kept a firm grip on her form to keep her pressed against him and raised his hips. As much as he hated this woman, there was no way he was letting her escape.

Fuck, there was way too much clothing in the way. “Git it off,” he mumbled both to himself and her, beginning to fumble his way around her clothing in a ridiculous attempt to remove it. In any other case he’d just rip it off, but she might actually murder him if he did that, so he tried to be careful with the clasps. His hands were too bloody giant. In the midst of fumbling with a button, Orion heard a loud tear. Suddenly, her dress was a lot easier to maneuver. Woops.

She could have laughed at the way he was reacting to her. It was rather amusing how easily a man could be forced to submit. Just a little bit of teasing and they were putty in her hands. She had to admit she rather enjoyed the idea of it all even if the man beneath her was utterly disgusting. Even he had his own appeal. His features were not dreadful - perhaps even fetching if he cleaned himself up. She had no doubt he could be handsome and that made it all the better that he was so attracted to her. She wasn't so proud as to deny the fact that she enjoyed the attention. It was only natural that a young woman should enjoy the fact that men were attracted to her, and she was no different despite how in other areas she was very much so.

Even so, when he ripped her night dress she was less than pleased. "Easy there," She seethed, not at all self conscious despite her extensive burn marks. "this probably cost more than you make in a year." It was an exaggeration but she didn't care. Her fingers went to the buttons and slowly undid every one, leaving it around her shoulders still but exposing her torso to him by pulling it apart. She was very proud of her body. Soft curving at her waist, round and perky breasts. The burns were not so terrible as to detract from her beauty and her skin where not damaged was smooth to the touch. Bending down once more she whispered in his ear: "Do you intend to rip my drawers also? My, my, so excited we are." There was a hint of laughter in her voice at it.

There was a part of her that knew it wasn't prudent to do what she was about to do. He was clearly beneath her - in every way both metaphorically and literally. But the allure of the power struggle was too strong. She could never turn down a chance to assert her dominance and despite him being a fool he had proved rather amusing. And he wasn't bad to look at which also counted in his favor. The night was was dark and she intended to do a few simple protective charms that wouldn't take long at all. Just a few simple ones while he continued to undress her. Then it would be as if it had never happened. Perhaps it was careless but she was enjoying too much the dominance she had so easily asserted over him.

So doing the charms she sat up, still astride him, and grinned. "If I'm to be exposed then it's only fair that you give me something to look at as well." And without any further talk she undid the buttons of his shirt. He was very strong looking even with it on and she had to admit the sight was much improved when his shirt was open. With a grin she bent down and licked from his navel up his chest slowly, eyes never leaving him as she did so. She still wanted to taste his blood but figured that could wait a bit. She'd get a bite in somewhere, she was sure, but for now she was content to tease him and see his reactions.

Galina is covered in fairly severe burn marks. Though her face is largely undamaged, you can see the scars at the edge of her jaw and snaking up her neck. Also, everyone thinks she is a pureblood; her half-vampire heritage is unknown to those outside her family.

The second her chemise slid from her shoulders to reveal her torso, Orion ogled like an idiot. Undoubtedly she took care of herself, that much was clear. Her breasts perky and smooth, torso thin and soft. Slight as she was, her curves were generous, and Orion could not help the triumphant smirk that crossed his features. Something told him this woman did not go throwing herself at every available man that crossed her path. He found pride in that, strange as it may have been.

Her burn marks were almost absolutely forgotten, though the raised skin was anything but subtle. He was far too distracted by the perfect chest and torso that had been revealed to him, his rough hands sliding up her stomach to her chest, where they remained briefly, each breast deserving individual attention. Her comment about his dress made him roll his eyes. “Ye can afford a new one,” he said, absolutely sure of that. He could have cared less about her complaints at this point. His hands followed her curves down until her very small waist, where she made yet another comment. Patronizing even during the act. Annoying, but sensual nonetheless. Something about her voice could make even the most annoying of comments sound alluring. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her, else she wouldn’t have even entertained the thought of sticking around longer than five seconds after meeting him.

His point was proven as she sat up astride his lap and began undoing the buttons of his own shirt. He had always been proud of his body and physical condition he kept himself in, as most women found it rather attractive. This one seemed no different, and he couldn’t help but smirk as he removed his cloak and shirt, tossing them entirely to the side. What else did he need of them? Her tongue found its way from his navel to his chest, and he almost groaned. That was just about all he would take of that nonsense. She’d had the power long enough. Wrapping an arm around her slight waist, Orion quickly rolled over and positioned her square beneath him, pushing his hips roughly against hers. She wasn’t going anywhere. He couldn’t have given two shits about the protective charms she cast either - that was the last thing on his mind at the moment.

His lips found her breasts just as quickly, licking and nibbling at them individually, mouth trained on one and hand on another. Maybe he would take his time with this one... for now. Trailing his lips from her breasts and sucking on her neck briefly, Orion’s lips found hers and crushed against them. If he had his way, her lips would be bruised by the end of this. As would several other body parts. The very idea of her beneath him was too much to bear and his hands found their way to the button of his pants, undoing them quickly. He kicked them off along with his undergarments and shoes and placed his hands on her sides, lowering them slowly until he reached her drawers. Those would have to go too - and so they did, Orion all but ripping them off of her hips. The sight beneath him was marvellous and he wasted no time. It may have seemed eager, but alas... Orion was almost always horny. Sex was never an unwelcome act in his book, regardless who it was with. This woman just happened to drive him further up the wall than any other he had been with in the past.

However, he didn’t want to rush it. Thus, he kept himself from between her thighs for just a few moments longer. Instead, he lowered his head and kissed his way down to her center. He didn’t linger for long, not usually one for waiting when it came to sex. Instead, he flicked his tongue across her, hands still gripping forcefully onto hers to hold her in place, eyes never leaving hers for a minute.

It seemed that he hadn't lost his fight, something that both irritated and thrilled her as he switched there positions and pinned her to the ground. She would protest and pout as if she weren't at all aroused by the whole thing because that was the type of woman she was. Never would she make him think that it was him that had the effect on her. No, it was the power struggled that got her excited. Perhaps she truly believed that but regardless there was no small amount of attraction to the man who was looming over her, lavishing her breasts in attention before moving up and kissing her on the mouth. When he did she didn't take it without fight. She managed to get his lower lip between her teeth and bite with just enough pressure to hurt but not be too damaging.

She regarded him with a quirked brow as he removed her drawers, watching him with interest as he kissed down her body. My but he was a bold one though she had to admit she didn't mind this particular brand of boldness. When his tongue touched her she gasped involuntarily at the sensation. Proper though she may have acted, she was not immune to the sensations that sensuality could bring. Even so, she hated that she gave him any sense of victory at all. The way his eyes never left hers as he did such made her furious and so with all her strength she tried to pull herself free from his grip. It didn't look as though she would win and she gave him a sneer as no doubt he would just be eating it up that he had overpowered her.

"Don't toy with me." She hissed though really she couldn't say she was complaining. Had she really and truly not wanted to be in the current situation she would have never been there. Of course she wouldn't really admit that she wanted what was going to happen. She was not tawdry enough, after all, to admit that she liked it all. She would give grudgingly and grudgingly only and he'd just have to deal with that. Then again she got the distinct impression that he rather liked that about her - that she was fighting him every step of the way, not content to be a rag doll for him to take his pleasure from. It was perhaps sick that he wanted fight in his woman like she was giving him but she couldn't really judge. She was getting off on the violence of their interactions just as much as he was.

Galina is covered in fairly severe burn marks. Though her face is largely undamaged, you can see the scars at the edge of her jaw and snaking up her neck. Also, everyone thinks she is a pureblood; her half-vampire heritage is unknown to those outside her family.

The gasp he had elicited from her proved only to thrill him more and he growled into her, putting his tongue to work yet again. Several minutes ago she had been staring up at him with as little emotion as she could possibly manage, seemingly completely disinterested in everything that was going on around her. But now - now she was on her back and entirely at his mercy. If he had it his way, her reactions to follow would be even more intense. And yet, she still refused to give into him, continuing to struggle against his grip. His grasp on her only strengthened and tightened to keep her in place.

Even during sex she was mouthy. No longer were her words of disdain, nor was she threatening him or trying to be rid of him. Instead, she was asking him - no, this woman did not ask. She was telling him not to toy with her. She wanted it just as much as he did, no matter how she might have tried to mask it. “Be careful what you ask for, dearie.” His voice came out low and husky, as it often did when he was so aroused. Moving his grip from her hands to her biceps, Orion moved up from his previous post and lowered his hips onto hers. His light green eyes had darkened, and his gaze held hers for several moments as he guided himself to her opening. It was so close now, he couldn’t bring himself to wait any longer. With a rough grunt, Orion thrust his hips forward forcefully.

The second he was inside of her, he lowered himself and found her neck with his tongue licking just below her ear. Adrenaline coursed through him as he began to rock his hips forth and back. The pleasure of the act itself was immense, but the addition of the very idea that he held the power over her right now was enough to elicit a throaty moan. Never before had he been so aroused by someone, and it was entirely because she had been fighting him for dominance tooth and nail since he had approached her. Well, as far as he was concerned, he had won the battle. For now - there was no doubt this little firecracker would give up just because he had mounted her. Lowering his head to her neck, Orion allowed his tongue to glide against the area just below her ear before he lowered his lips and began sucking forcefully on her soft, pale skin. His goal, sick as it was, was to leave her with as many bruises as possible so she would remember just who had dominance. She might be able to magic them away for aesthetic appearances, but he would always be the one who’d put them there to begin with. In a momentary lapse, the wolf within him was set free, each bruise marking her his territory.

He was toying with her! She bit her lip to keep from giving him any sort of reaction. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that she was reacting to what he was doing. But it seemed the toying would be short lived much to her satisfaction. It wasn't long before he was poising himself at her entrance and when he finally thrust into her she gave a sort of moan that she couldn't keep kept back. Of course, she wasn't content to lie beneath him. His grip on her arms was much less strong as he kissed and sucked at the pale skin of her neck, undoubtedly to mark her. She would allow it for the moment, she supposed, as magic could easily fix it and it felt tantalizing to be treated so roughly.

Using all the strength in her little body she pushed up against him until they were effectively upright, her astride his lap as he sat on his heels. It was a much preferable position to the previous not only because of the way it felt but also because it left her feeling less submissive. The shift in their positions caused her to moan out as he slid even deeper inside of her, causing such delicious friction that her head tossed back ever so slightly. She had little care for trying to veil that she wanted to enjoy the moment as much as he did, worked her hips up and down to ride him as she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face against his neck, kissing so gently before - with another moan escaping her lips - she finally sunk her teeth into his flesh.

She thought she could lose her mind in that moment. The joy she got from his blood that was filling her mouth and the way he felt inside of her combined to be intoxicating and she took it all in without even bothering to veil her satisfaction at it all. Normally she'd take care to veil everything, to not let blood drip but it was covering her mouth freely now and she had little care. The warm liquid was divine and she lapped at it as it oozed out of where she had bit him, latching on and taking small drinks of it. Even if he was a disgusting man with arrogance to match, his blood was just as sweet as she would expect any person's blood to be with perhaps a different taste underlying. Whatever it was, she had no care to dissect it. Instead, she was just going to enjoy the moment.

Galina is covered in fairly severe burn marks. Though her face is largely undamaged, you can see the scars at the edge of her jaw and snaking up her neck. Also, everyone thinks she is a pureblood; her half-vampire heritage is unknown to those outside her family.